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INSANITY
copyright©2003,
Michael S. Robinson
I’d
longed for love as life dragged on by-- just
the same old routines ‘til the day that I’d die. I’d
put ketchup on my burgers, and steak sauce on my steak; I’d
have Quaker Oatmeal mush, every mornin’, when I’d wake. I’d
make it to the office, precisely at eight; For
the first seven years, I had never been late... And
my boss used to brag, he could sure count on me, ‘cause
I’d dot every “i” and I’d cross every “t.” Chorus:
Now
I put...Ketchup in my coffee, whipped cream on my fries, eat
a watermelon salad every mornin’ when I rise. I’m
a crossin’ every “i” and I’m a dottin’ every “t”, ‘cause
love is just another word that means insanity. For,
a red-headed gal, that I met on a train, caused
a massive short-circuit in that thing called my brain. Like
the floating sensation, y’ get when yer drinkin’, Love’s
the lift of your life, and the end to your thinkin’. So
I got me the love, that I’d yearned for, so long and
some mighty good kids, who are healthy and strong. My
gal’s still the one, who can mess up my head and
my black and white world’s now magenta and red. Now
I put...Ketchup in my coffee, whipped cream on my fries, eat
a watermelon salad every mornin’ when I rise. I’m
a crossin’ every “i” and I’m a dottin’ every “t”, ‘cause
love is just another word that means insanity. Just
like the routines of my bachelor life, there’s
some drudgery, too, that has come with a wife. My
heard-earned money keeps her looking like a doll, and
she drags me along when she shops at the mall. After
twenty-nine years, she’s the gal I adore and I never miss the boredom that I suffered before. Love’s jumbled the cells in my once-normal mind, 'cause
insanity’s part of those ties that’ll bind. Chorus:
Now
I put...Ketchup in my coffee, whipped cream on my fries, eat
a watermelon salad every mornin’ when I rise. I’m
a crossin’ every “i” and I’m a dottin’ every “t”,
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